In Quancheng, the nights seemed forever dark and windswept.
Eerie streams of light kept churning across the night sky, as if auroras and neon had been tossed into a blender, liquefied, then tirelessly painted on in even layers. It was nauseating, yet after a while, the senses somehow began to grow accustomed to it.
Even this view began to feel commonplace, utterly ordinary.
The moment Ji Jue realized that, he grew wary.
The pollution of abominations and evil folly was often insidious.
Much of the time, it was invisible to the naked eye. It might be something shared at a sobriety meeting, a bizarre dream forgotten upon waking, an inconspicuous ornament at home, a rather peculiar story in a book, or even an ordinary bowl of wonton noodles...
That was what made it such a lingering poison.
Before realizing anything was wrong, those affected would often have already drifted toward evil folly without knowing it. In the end, a single spark was all it took to ignite the tinder, and then it was beyond their control.
A disturbance beneath the Vortex forty years ago had sent a great purple star streaking across the sky, blazing with light. For the ten years that followed, spontaneous sin corruption had erupted endlessly around the world...
All it had taken was a glance.
The instant that radiance lit their eyes, a trace of longing and anticipation that should never have existed was planted, unstoppably, in their souls.
It was through this that Lu Changsheng had been anointed a saint and Sacrificial Master, completely unifying the scattered Evil Transformation Cult. Before that, he had seemed the most ordinary of its middle- and high-ranking members.
He displayed none of his peers' hunger for quick results. His greatest talent was wearing away stone drop by drop, sawing